It was one of those rare, fleeting moments, when I've got all the courage in the world to look at you straight in the eye, that I believed in fairy tales. To be able to step through the looking glass, just by staring at you - you and your fearless soul. It was when fiction just can't help but to animate itself through every layer of your skin, and time just seem to be on our side. It's like I am with you but not exactly, and the air feels so magical and eerie all at the same time, but none of that matters for you were staring at me and I you. And love had all of us conquered, once upon a thousand tales before - once upon once more.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poezja"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
